Friday, January 2, 2015

#ThursThreads - Week 149 New Year's - Winners

Week 149 of #ThursThreads had some terrific tales. I'm honored to
see all of the
returning writers and read
your stories, especially on a holiday. It was so nice to see so many of you this week! Thank
you for coming back again and again to write and for helping me
celebrate these years of flash. Great thanks to George Varhalmi for judging this week. Be sure to check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on FB to keep up with news, etc.

Entries:

Sandi Layne | @sandyquill

Charley Emma | @lindorfan

Sheilagh Lee | @SweetShiel

Silver James | @SilverJames_

Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir

Olivia Starke | @OliviaStarke

Kelly Heinen | @Aightball

A.J. Walker | @zevonesque

Winners Announcement:

Honorable Mentions

Olivia Starke | @OliviaStarke

George says: I found this tale cute and fun, and it was a contender for the winner. The heroine was reluctantly adapting and got caught in the act. Cute.

George says: I loved this story for its poignancy and it really it what love is. It's more than just appearance and Silver captured it wonderfully.

Georgie’s fingers trembled, rustling the tissue paper filling the
gold-foil box. Her throat worked, contracting as she swallowed. Her gaze
barely lingered after colliding with his.

Clay attempted to
speak but words came out mangled, his voice a rusty saw on metal pipe.
He cleared his throat, spoke again. “Georgie? What’s wrong?” His insides
twisted as he second-guessed the gift. Maybe it was too soon. Or too
forward. Or maybe he was the world’s biggest idiot. “Sweet pea?”

Her fingers fussed with the tissue, shoulders slumped and chin tucked against her chest. “Why did you buy this?”

Her
question whispered from between chapped lips and he was torn between
wanting to kiss her or passing her the water glass with the bent straw.
“Because I wanted you to have it.”

"But it’s red lingerie.” She looked up, her eyes holding some emotion he wasn’t sure he wanted to identify.

“Red is your color.”

The
tear caught Clay by surprise. He settled next to her on the hospital
bed, gathering her close. Brushing away the tear with a gentle swipe of
his thumb, he kissed her forehead. “You are beautiful, Georgie.”

She pushed against him ineffectually and the scarf on her bald head slipped off. “No, I’m not.”

“Look at me, sweet pea. You will always be beautiful to me because I love you.”

“Even sick?”

“You’re alive. That’s all that matters.” He kissed her then, to prove his point. That she was alive and that he loved her.

Congratulations TEN TIME WINNER Silver, Olivia, and Sandi! Don't forget to claim your
badges and display them
with pride. You
certainly earned it!

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About Me

Siobhan Muir lives in Cheyenne, Wyoming, with her husband, two
daughters, and a vegetarian cat she swears is a shape-shifter, though he's
never shifted when she can see him.

Siobhan writes kick-ass adventure with hot sex for men and women
to enjoy. She believes in happily ever after, redemption, and communication,
all of which you will find in her paranormal romance stories.